Passing the retro checkered print floor
As I walked in my stomach began to roar
The sugar filled air implored my nose
A line of chairs put in rows
I knew this table will hold my sweetest mess
Good thing I am poorly dressed
Fast paced heels clicked and soon came Grace
Grace said mam, here’s your glass of Alice tea
I thanked the young lady and said I’d like to order please
She passed the menu, an assortment of tones
Yellow, orange, and blue, my hunger has grown
The time of patience
The song of grease sizzling, the dancing of oil
My booth was my throne, I felt like a royal
I waited what felt like hours
Sweat was running down my face
And soon came back Grace
The sticky syrup filled the grids
The delicious sight lies amid
I cut the waffle into pieces
My heart beat increases
The sticky maple glaze covered my throat
The warm, toasted dough brought me afloat
As I finished my plate
I knew I’ve completed my fate
The meal was less than five dollars
My belt became my stomach’s collar
Departing quite swiftly with a smile on my face
This is why waffle house is my favorite place
